The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-19
CHAPTER II.

heaven not t0r, us lust In Slgnt.
Now they're calling me, goodnight
Kiss me, mother, do not weep,
Now lay me down to sleep"
Arthur Beaconsfield slowly opened his
eyes, his dreamy thoughts shaping them
selves to heavenly visions as the sweet voice
ended the song.
''Over there, Just over there,
List the angels morning prayer;
Lispings low thro' fancy creep,
Now lay me down to sleep"
'''List the angels morning prayer, he
repeated, over and over again, trying TO
collect his thoughts so as to realize where he
was. And then as he awoke more fully he
remembered the adventure of the night be.
fore
but who was the owner of the voice! 1t
certainly was most bird-like; it could not
belong to a coarse person!" he thought to
himself
His faculties now thoroughly awakened
young Beaconsfield FASTENED to attire him
self ready for his morning ride to Danforth,
whittier he had been bound the day be-
fore.
His toilet arranged he opened the case
ment and inhaled a long Whit of the sweet,
pure mountain air, thereby gaining renewed
strength
The wild American mountain scenery was
grand.
The house was built upon bluff over
looking the valley beneath with its ravines,
rocks, streams, waterfalls and houses, the
latter dotting the ground below, looking in
the distance like play houses.
Arthur stood enraptured, his artists eye
taking in the whole magnificent landscape
81 must have that picturei There never
was one SO lovelyr' exclaimed he in ecStatic
delight.
In the midst of his rapture vigorous
knocking at the door recalled him to earth.
And loud voice calling, stranger!
breakfast" reminded him that he was hum
He entered the large kitchen and enjoyed
his breakfast of brown bread, bacon, eggs
and black coffee immensely.
''Sleep sound, strangers" asked Timmy.
''Splendidly! l was quite wearied after
my ride, and your bracing mountain air
quieted my nerves sufficiently to cause me
to sleep soundly," answered the young Eng
hshman.
'Goin' on?" grunted Mag
"Yes, | must be on my journey after
breakfast so | can have the coolest part of
the day for the longest part of my jour
ney."
"Can't stay longer, stranger? We hain't
got much to offer ye, but1 think ye might
find somethin' to make picters of around
here; there hain't purifier piece of noun
tain country any whar,n said Timmy, look
ing disappointed.
He had taken a notion to young Beacons-
field; his education and refinement suiting
his American taste
Il cannot possibly stay now; but perhaps
/ may come back again. l should like very
much to see some of your daughters draw
ings and perhapsI can assist her."
Come on, come on! yer welcome
strangeri" so saying, Timmy called the
shock-headed boy: ''Samp, go out and sad
die the strangers horse, and, mind ye, give
him good feed"
Sampson departed, and as Arther found
the time for leaving nearly at hand his dis
appointment at not seeing Nora was keen
indeed
The sweet voice he had heard in the morn
ing haunted him continually, and he was
anxious to see the face of the sweet song
stress of this mountain home.
He answered abstractedly Timmys and
Mag's questions, trying to persuade himself
that his anxiety was foolish
Sampson put his head into the door.
1.-THE strangers horse be lame, sir, so he
can't put his foot to the ground"
Beaconsfield looked aghast at the news,
and he and Timmy fastened out to see the
extent of the injury.
When they arrived at the stable the horse
was led out for their inspection, and sure
enough he was beyond doubt lame.
The animal whinneyed and rubbed him
self against Arthur as if to ask for relief.
Arthur patted and rubbed him, looking
into the horses eyes with pity.
''Poor Romeo p said he, patting him fond
ly on the neck,
The young man knew that travel was now
out of the question. His horse was valua-
BILE one and almost as intelligent as a hui
man being Beaconsfeld had brought him
from his English home, and he would
rather endure pain himself than see his
beautiful favorite suffer.
The foot was duly bathed and bandaged,
and Timmy and the young Englishnan re
turned to the -Beaconsfield resigned
to his fate of several days incarceration in
his mountain prison.
But little did he think that the days
would be prolonged into months.
Fortunately he had brought drawing ma
terias in his portmanteau, and he resolved
to make good use OF his time in copying the
beauties of the mountain scenery OF the
Adirondacks
The young Englishman's desire to see
Nora became stronger. The sweet voice
rang in his ears and ne resolved to be more
vigilant and catch the sly bird unawares.
With portfolio in hand he sauntered out
along the mountain side, each view as it
burst upon his gaze from the openings in the
thickets filling him with rapture.
At last he selected a spot where he had
clear view ofgthe lovely valley beneath, and
clambering down the rocks he found a
sheltered niche where good view could be
had and, as he thought, away from all in
trlIsion.
He sketched lazily on until, tiring Of his
occupation, he strapped his portfolio 10 his
side and crept along the ledge until he
reached perfect hover of trailing arbutus,
coumbine and wild houeysuckle, while the
ledge was carpcted with rich, Ayety moss.
And what elscI
A beautiful maiden sleeping yweetly in
this lovely bower.
She was half reclining on nossy seat
with her head on her arm, whAh was
thrown carelessly ON q slight srnba Glent.
Such beauty Arthur Boz yonsfie had
never beheld.
Surely the good people Of Erin'S gNen
isle were not mistaken in their belief IN
fairies and this must be ono OF their wood
land nymphs which he had taken unawnres.
The lovely waxen skin with its peachy
bloom: the hair like spun gold and hanging
in graceful rnglets the beautiful outlines
of the perfect face with the closed eyes,
Swallowed by their dark lasheS and the tiny,
penciIed brows, while the foot, from which
The slipper had fallen, was small and beauti-
fully ar'ched. The delicate hand and taper.
ing fingers with their almond-shaped nails
showed aristocratic breeding and ignorance
of toll Beautiful as an houri was she.
AS young Beaconsfield gazed on this pic
.,,ra ~ ,.ara lovalinagz hardly trcditiug the